Apocalypse Tamer Novels & Stories

I found a wounded giant wolf. After the world ended, I treated him as my strongest fighter and a living source of warmth, curling against him to sleep every night. Later, once he healed, he turned into a man and warned me with a savage look, "I'm the Alpha of a werewolf pack. I have responsibilities to my people. Don't think you can make me stay." And with that, he left. I pulled my ragged blanket tighter, confused. What was he talking about? I had been keeping him as a dog the whole time. What did his responsibilities have to do with me? Later, I rescued a foolish husky from a pile of zombies. When I led him back to my crumbling shelter, I found the heir to the werewolf pack crouched at my

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

The beast tore the demonic general apart as he grabbed the demon’s ax and threw it into the air as his tails moved at blinding speed bursting into flames destroying the ax and freeing the elves trapped inside the weapon. Slowly but surely Apex enjoyed ripping the Demon apart ensuring the pain he felt was more than what he had inflicted upon the elven people. With little to nothing remaining of the general, Apex threw what bits remained of him as he devoured his spirit, permanently ending the Demon's reign. As the surviving orcs retreated he revealed his wings of blighted fire and flew high into the sky as his wings burned the corruption within the skies of Priah Apex roared as reality itself

waking up on the ground as human Tam stands up with great difficulty. Looking around his whole village is destroyed bodies lay all around him. from children too adults his family his friends. Tears slip from his eyes, as he thinks of the sacrifices his family made protecting their land and his mate. He is extremely grateful as he walks through so many people. Trying to walk faster having to know if it all was for nothing, did she make it, is she OK. Limpping as he takes off in a run trying to find his office in all the rumble. He never should have left damn it. Finally coming to the door he knocks and hears some rustling behind the door. It's me hun it's Tam, Hearing someone move and then th

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

After all, even when animals kill their own kind, it is usually for survival or reproduction. Only humans could take pleasure in tormenting their own kind. In normal times, such tendencies would surface only in harmless forms of showing off—posturing, bragging, or flaunting oneself at class reunions. Even that, in essence, was a mild form of psychological dominance over others. But that was still within limits. After the apocalypse, everything changed. The negative emotions suppressed within people erupted completely. In this new era, no one would be judged or punished for their crimes—especially not powerful ability users, who could act with absolute impunity.

accurate. But this healer, like so many others, was afraid of what was different and thus condemned it. Ignorance translated into fear, which quickly became persecution. The Hawk leveled a steely glare on the old man and growled, "Any-thing that might heal my wife would be good for her. I don't care if it's mummified toad brains. Or mummified healer brains for that matter." The healer shut his mouth and signed a quick cross. The Hawk rubbed his eyes and sighed. The Rom were as good a chance as any. He quickly bade a guard at the door to dispatch a messenger to the camp

A voice that seemed to echo through the bones of the world, deeper than the mountains, darker than night: “Blood Heir… the world will burn. And you… will fall first.” The shockwave hit, throwing me backward. Rocks and debris tumbled around me. My silver light flared violently, my wolf howling. Theodore surged forward, golden aura blazing, holding me steady. I realized with bone-chilling certainty… This was no longer a battle. This was apocalypse. Energy from the ancient force surged directly toward us. The silver light around me flickered violently. My wolf snarled. Theodore’s golden aura blazed, but even together, we could barely stand.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."